Maybe, it's fate?

“I don't know, I see how you are feeling…” Chat Noir sighed, and Marinette started shaming herself in her mind. “But not so that you blame yourself.” She clamped down, ‘hugging herself’ with her arms. “You're right, sorry.” He decided to not avert his eyes and look directly at his luv. “Okay,” Marinette smiled, then suggested an impulse idea: “Should we go get an ice cream?” “Yeah,” Chat inspired, “and you will tell me everything.” Marinette giggled. “Would you mind?..” He didn't ask when he approached her. “No, no,” she smiled: finally, she will in full force be close to her Chat. Chat Noir picked her up, jumped off the balcony and climbed on the pole very high from the ground, looking for Andre. “Do you see him?” Marinette peered into every crevice of the city from above, but due to her poor eyesight, she couldn't watch anything. “I don't.” Chat was also peering, but unlike Marinette, he was a superhero and had great eyesight, even for a cat. “Yeah!” He pointed a finger at Amsterdam. “It looks like Andre will now walk near the sights to attract more attention,” he laughed. Marinette found this joke very funny, and she laughed too — partly because of the good humor of her lover, and partly because of some kind of imitation. They landed on the ground, right in front of Andre. “Thank you,” Marinette said, when he put her down. “No problem.” He even smiled. They came to the ice cream man, and Marinette asked: “Hey, Andre! How are you feeling?” “My greetings, Marinette and Chat Noir! Very good! What about you?” Of course, he was very surprised by the unexpected appearance of the very beautiful couple, though unofficial… “We're feeling adorable!” Chat laughed again, and Marinette laughed along with him. “That's great! And in honor of this, I'm giving you the most special ice cream…” Andre put blueberry and orange balls on the cone, as if anticipating the common essence of the two lovers. “Blueberry for the beautiful and charming lady, and orange for the good-natured and frivolous mister!” After these words, he handed them the love shared between them. “Thank you,” Chat Noir said and took the ice cream. “Have a nice day!” “And you…” he wished them well, and when they went, he finished, “young lovers.” After leaving, they began to walk along the bridge. Chat decided to not beat around the bush and asked directly: “Tell me, what happened to you with that guy?”